I wonder what is bigger a truth of life, growing up or death? Death, is looked at with much more importance apparently. But we romanticize more with death than with growing up. Dementors in harry potter, the after life in the Egyptian after life, the sirens who suck it out of you, the Yamraj in the Hinduism.. we've overdone overdoing death. Haven't we?

Where as today, as I, for the first time in my life, after 24 years, feel that I am ACTUALLY growing up,
I am feeling like it is a  bigger change than death. Death is a change that you can't change and growing up  always leaves you with a chance.

The unknown, then, just like in all romantic relationships and their derivations, is applicably more attractive in all cases. Just because we don't know it, it becomes more intriguing, right? So what is more unique? The feeling I feel when I touch my lover's oh so known skin, or when I long to touch the skin of my grandfather who has passed away? I will never touch him again. But then it is also true that the excitement is much lesser in this touch, the touch of my lover. He reminds me of home coming.

Here I am mixing it all up in my mind again.. growing up, living, loving and death.

Boy! I don't even need to get intoxicated for this!



 

A lion furiously biting down the red freshly dead muscles of a musk, the pigeon on my window pane waiting for a week after her egg disappeared (the egg fell and broke in her absence), the radiance of a wild lily that lets the droplets casually slip through her skin, the pointless vastness of the sky which for god knows what is vaster than one can ever imagine, the veins of a leaf and the random structure that they naturally follow, the ripples in the water that form a whirlpool, the unending patience with which a horizon still confidently stands.. Waiting to be reached... someday... will I ever be that close to life?

Consciousness. Consciousness of existence. That's my bane, that's also the reason I am capable of jotting these things down. But where does it take me? I would not have asked this question if I at all were the pigeon or the lily or the horizon.... why was there the need for a race that could sit back and wonder about themselves, their crimes and prejudices, their world, their sight, their experience?

Applause was it?

It is too late for a lot of people to make any change for today. But we're just in time for a few years later.
Mothers: Start giving both your children (son and daughter) the same size of meat for lunch and the same amount of preference. That she is going to get married after some years is no logic.

Fathers: When she goes out wearing skimpy clothes for her prom night, tolerate it, tolerate skin show, it shows how as a part of the man community of your country, you can be okay with it. Have you ever seen men who have nice bodies not show it off? Do you think being a bouncer at clubs is insulting? Think about the opposite sex's bit.  You could secretly guard her to the party definitely without her knowing, but tolerate it.  Never inject this idea in her brain that wearing lesser closes attracts men, she should wear what she is wearing because she loves showing off her body, a natural gift.

Brothers: Know when to beat up that jerk who whistled at her. Giving her a letter is not bad behaviour, pulling her clothes, writing weird stuff in the letter is bad behaviour. For bad behaviour beat HIM up and not your sister.

Sisters: Don't complain about the wrong things, it's good that Aishwarya Rai changed boyfriends every year. She fell in love as many times as she wanted to, none of your business, unless she is using a friend for money.

Boyfriends: It's okay for her to work, its okay for you to survive on her money like it is vice versa. Cause its okay for you to cook or clean up, like she does. You don't need to drop her everywhere nor carry her with yourself everywhere. Trust me, when it's not okay, you'll know deep inside you. 

 Politicians and other influential parents: Your son raped her? He can? Cause he is your son? Are you sure it's making a man out of him? You sure he'd able to manage any bang on his own behalf? Try him, make him a man. Don't support rape. Tell him, pride comes when she wants it, wants it so bad that she comes and SAYS it, or makes other physical gestures. Also tell him, those gestures are not looking, drinking with her friends or wearing a small skirt. Teach him the gestures. There is a high chance even you don't know the gestures, learn it from the Casanovas. There's a pride when she wants it, I repeat, try to experience that, try to make your son experience that.

Families and society: If she has been raped don't blame her, blame the rapist. She is not a virgin anymore? With that set up of a mind, you anyway never knew if she ever was. There is no problem if one of you marries a rape victim. She WAS RAPED, she was not a RAPIST.  And barring physical handicaps (just like the recent Delhi Pulic rape victim is going through) RAPE cannot have any other effect on a woman's character. As in, being raped, does not make a woman want to be raped even more. It does not work like that.

Schools: All of you please become co educational institutes. Let the girls and boys play together.

Local club houses: Let them all play carom and badminton together. Now this is about bringing up a generation where they don't have the distance to deal with just before it's the time to marry. That brings up complications. Let them know their body, let them be easy about each other appearance and presence. Let them figure it all out, they are humans. Just like we are, just like our forefathers were. With a little bit of guidance, and mind you only the little, necessary bit, they will know each other better. Sex education is important. And sex education is not about why you should not have sex only, it is also about how and when and who to have it with.

The possible rape victims(who are all of us): Carry pepper sprays, carry the courage if you can't help it, even if it is hurting too bad, hit the asshole up his balls, even before you fall unconscious. If you're already a rape victim, then don't be ashamed, fight. And see to it that the rapist is avenged. This is not the area for forgiveness, those are different zones.

All this can start today and will only begin to come to affect in some decent amount of years. It would have by now if we started earlier. Let's all start today. We'll all make a difference someday. Cause it is only about a collective mindset affecting an individual mindset.